LOGINAria never thought she would owe Noah anything but her hands were tied as her son’s life depended on him. Four years ago, her boyfriend chose her step-sister over her, announcing their engagement to the public while she was forced to remain hidden for more than seven years because of his career. Heartbroken, she left everything behind, started a new life in another country, building her designer brand into something successful and in demand. She believed the past was gone for good. Until her son fell critically ill. With no matching donor and no other option, Aria returned to the past she never wanted to face again. To Noah. Her ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Now one of the most powerful and desired men in the world. A man who always looked at her like she belonged to him. A man whose emotions toward her were always hot and cold—dangerous and unpredictable. He agreed to help her… but not without an ultimatum. Noah wanted only one thing. Seventy days. Seventy days of her freedom, her time… her body. Seventy days under his control. Aria’s hatred for him couldn’t compare to the love she had for her son. So she said yes, unaware of the deep obsession he had for her. But Noah wasn’t the man she thought she knew anymore. He didn’t just want her close, he wanted her trapped. And as they spent more time together, she began to realize… The night she tried to forget meant everything to him. And this time, Noah wasn't letting her walk away.
View MoreARIA'S POVThey were the two high-society women who had walked up to our table earlier to eagerly greet Noah—the only ones he had actually answered with a brief verbal acknowledgment instead of his usual dismissive, icy nod. I remembered them because I found his behaviour a little odd. So I was right?An eyebrow pencil slips from one of the girls, clattering into the sink.Yeah, you hypocrites. They had complimented my dress and hair earlier."Oh... Miss Aria," the first one stammers, her voice cracking. "You... you were here...""Yes, I was," I reply, forcing a bright, fake smile onto my face as I gracefully adjust my hair in the mirror and then wash my hands painfully slowly. I don't give them the satisfaction of a scene. Turning on my heel, I gracefully walk out of the room, leaving them standing in their own awkwardness.Though I look calm and unruffled on the outside, inside, I am a mess.
ARIA'S POV"What?" I ask, my voice coming out slightly breathless as I adjust my cutlery, trying to cover the blush creeping onto my face.We are currently in a restaurant somewhere in Manhattan. The ambiance is intimate as we sit at a private booth in the back.I have just finished ordering my food, a light parisian style salad with seared sea bass. As the waiter walks away, I look up to find Noah staring at me, his chin resting in his palm, his dark eyes unblinking and intense.Noah smirks, his lips curling into a wicked, knowing line as he catches the pink hue on my cheeks. He leans across the table, his voice dropping into a low, flirty drawl. "I'm just wondering what exactly made our little New York princess stop eating those sugary, decadent macarons and expensive pastries she used to obsess over. Did Paris completely strip away your sweet tooth, Aria?""People change, Noah," I reply softly, dropping my gaze to my lap. I suddenly find it impossible to bear the weight of his i
ARIA’S POV The human body is fragile thing, yet witnessing the mechanics of a bone marrow transplant makes you realize how resilient we can be. The bone marrow transplant went smoother than I dared to hope. It wasn't the open-chest surgery I had terrifyingly pictured in my mind even though I have been told several times it isn't, my mind seems to just have it own interpretation. Noah, as the donor, went through a few days of injections to boost his stem cell production. He told me it felt like having the flu aches, fatigue but he powered through it like it was nothing. On the day of collection, he sat through apheresis while they filtered his blood to gather the stem cells. He was awake the whole time, a little uncomfortable but mostly bored, according to him. My baby, on the other hand, slept through most of it, thankfully. The transplant wasn’t surgery in the dramatic sense I’d imagined. The stem cells were infused into him like a regular blood transfusion. He didn’t f
ARIA’S POVMy legs are still trembling as I lean against Dr. Mensah’s desk, trying to steady my breathing. The aftershocks of that mind-blowing orgasm still ripple through me, leaving my body loose and warm in ways I don’t want to examine too closely.Noah watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, lust and something darker—jealousy, maybe—still simmering beneath the surface. He gently tugs my trousers back into place, his fingers lingering a second too long on my hips.“We’re moving him out of here, princess,” he says coolly, like he didn’t just wreck me on another man’s desk.I open my mouth, but no words come out.Embarrassingly, I’m hyper-aware of his hand still resting on my waist, sending little sparks racing across my skin. His handsome face—those sharp jawlines and intense eyes doesn’t help. For a very dangerous second, I imagine his lips on mine again, demanding and rough.Yup, I'm cooked.“... are you okay?” His light tap on my shoulder snaps me out of the fantasy.I nod quickly
LORA’S POV“What do you mean he cancelled the contract?” My phone nearly slips from my sweaty grip as I pace my dressing room. “What the fuck happened, John?”John’s heavy sigh fills the line. “I should be asking you that, Lora. I handed you the private meeting on a silver platter. You were suppos
NOAH’S POV I close the bedroom door softly behind me, leaving Aria curled up against the pillows. She’s stable now, her voice steady as she talks to her son on the phone. Her soft, melodic laugh hits me like a punch to the gut. That gentle tone, the warmth in it… it’s meant for someone el
ARIA’S POVThe door swings open, and time seems to move in slow motion.Everything stills as I come face-to-face with Lora—my nemesis since the day my father brought her and her mother into our home, just weeks after my own mother’s death. She was a poisonous green snake, a liar who tries at every
CHAPTER 30 SIGHT FOR SOUR EYES ARIA'S POV The day slips by in a pleasant blur. I savor the chance to unwind as the stylist worked efficiently. Doing a quick pedicure, shaping my nails and curling my hair. “You have such a wonderful skin.” Rose murmurs again, her voice warm with admiration. “
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